The young man in black was deeply disgusted with Ding Jiwu's despicable behavior. He walked out angrily and wanted to kill the thief.
Mo Qiuling hurriedly stumbled forward, grabbed him tightly and said: "Young master must not act rashly. If you kill Ding Jiwu, won't my father and sister who live in the inn be implicated? This bitch is here. In a place where there are neither humans nor ghosts, the reason why I endured the humiliation and torture of Ding Jiwu’s thieves and refused to die is that I was unwilling to die in such an unexplained way, with no place to complain if I had grievances!”
The young man in black stopped, looked at Mo Qiuling with a stern look and said, "In my opinion, Madam?"
Mo Qiuling said: "I heard that Mr. Lu Wenzheng, the Minister of Punishment in the capital, is fair and honest, and is known as the 'Blue Sky'. If we can complain to Mr. Lu, I think this great injustice of the common woman can be vindicated."
After hearing this, the young man in black nodded in agreement and said, "Mrs. Mo's words make sense. Please pack your things, and I'll take you out of here right away."
Mo Qiuling shook her head resolutely and said flatly: "No need. This blood letter is a complaint. I have to give it to Mr. Lu no matter what." As he spoke, he took out a blood-stained piece of blood from his arms with trembling hands. Bai Ling was handed over to the young man in black with some difficulty.
The young man in black took the blood book and was about to read it when noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside. Mo Qiuling's face changed color and she said, "It's probably Ding Jiwu, that bitch, who is here. Master, please leave quickly!"
The young man in black hurriedly put the blood book into his arms and said, "No, I want to take my wife with me!"
The heavy sadness in Mo Qiuling's eyes gradually spread, and she said sadly: "It's too late, the Ding Mansion is heavily guarded, and the young master can't leave as long as I'm dragging him down. Besides, I've fallen to this, how can I have any shame anymore?" Going to see my father and sister? Master, leave me alone and leave!"
The young man in black refused to leave no matter what. While the two were trying to push each other away, Mo Qiuling suddenly screamed, "Sir, look, someone is coming outside!"
The young man in black turned to look; Mo Qiuling took advantage of the situation and pulled out the long sword from the young man in black's waist and swiped it on his neck.
The young man in black suddenly woke up, but it was too late.
Mo Qiuling screamed miserably, and the long sword penetrated deeply into her snow-white neck.
The dripping blood gushes out like spring water, dyeing her front scarlet red, like fallen flowers that have been crushed to dust in late spring. The messy bunches are so red that it is shocking.
The young man in black staggered forward, held Mo Qiuling's shaky body with trembling hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Mrs. Mo! Mrs. Mo!..."
The severe pain made Mo Qiuling's vision blurry. She panted rapidly, her delicate body trembling like messy leaves in the wind, and finally she couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.
Facing the sudden change in front of him, Du Zhenghai was at a loss. He didn't know where to go for a moment. He just subconsciously called her repeatedly and murmured: "Mrs. Mo, you... why are you bothering?"
Mo Qiuling was extremely angry at this time; her face was pale, and she held on to the last breath remaining in her body, and said intermittently: "Blood book, blood book... what is recorded in the blood book must be handed over to Mr. Lu..."
The young man in black said with tears: "Don't worry, I will definitely agree to your request... But you must also live well until the day when your grievances are revealed... Mrs. Mo! Mrs. Mo!..."
No matter how the young man in black called, Mo Qiuling would not answer him again. She has closed her eyes full of resentment and unwillingness forever...
But when Old Man Mo learned about his daughter's death, he felt as if his heart had been cut out by a sharp blade, and there were bursts of heart-piercing pain; he vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.
The young man in black and Mo Shuiling hurriedly went to call the doctor, but the old man was already seriously ill and there was no cure.
Before his death, Old Man Mo sighed: "I am already very old, and I will die when I die. It's just that the eldest daughter Qiu Ling died in an unknown way, and her injustice has not been redressed; the second daughter Shui Ling is lonely and helpless. I will die." Who can take care of her after that?" After saying this, I burst into tears.
The young man in black said: "Don't worry, old man. Before Mrs. Mo died, I promised to avenge her justice. As for Miss Mo, I will take good care of her, as long as the old man can trust me."
Old Man Mo said: "With these words from the young master, the old man will die with peace of mind."
Old Man Mo died in the inn with regret. The young man in black and Mo Shuiling buried the old man in tears, settled the accounts with the innkeeper, packed their luggage, and headed straight to the capital with the blood letter in their arms.
The young man in black thought that Mo Shuiling, a weak girl, could not bear the pain of traveling long distances, so he hired a covered carriage and let Mo Shuiling sit in the carriage while he drove the carriage. He was hungry and thirsty along the way. We stayed overnight in Xiaoxing and were about to arrive in the capital.
It was getting late that day, and the two of them stayed in an inn. When checking in for the guest room, the young man in black said he wanted two rooms. The shopkeeper wondered: "Why do the young couple need two rooms?"
Hearing this, Mo Shuiling lowered her head with a blush on her face, feeling very uncomfortable.
The young man in black said coldly: "Who said we are a young couple? Look, we are brothers and sisters!"
The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly and said: "It turns out that the two of you are brother and sister. I really didn't realize it. I'm offended! I'm offended!"
The young man in black snorted and walked upstairs with Mo Shuiling. I could still faintly hear the shopkeeper and the accountant whispering: "How could my 'Zhou Shenyan' see it wrong today? No matter how they look at each other, they don't look like brothers and sisters! Look at how talented and beautiful they are, they are clearly the same." A perfect match!..."
The accountant smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, don't be stubborn. You may have made a mistake this week!"
The young man in black and Mo Shuiling arrived in the guest room. The young man in black said: "Miss Mo, they were all talking nonsense just now. You must not take it to heart."
Mo Shuiling lowered her head and said softly: "Actually, what they said is right. We are not brothers and sisters in the first place!"
Seeing Mo Shuiling's face full of beauty and shyness, the young man in black felt sad and said vaguely: "Miss Mo, if there is nothing else, then I... will leave first." He turned and walked out.
Mo Shuiling suddenly said coquettishly from behind: "Master Du——"
The young man in black's heart throbbed unconsciously and stagnated, "Miss Mo, is there anything else?"
Mo Shuiling lowered her eyelids silently, a hint of tenderness condensed in her eyes, "In Zhongmou Mansion, Mr. Du helped the strong and supported the weak. He helped me when I was most helpless, and gave me the courage to live and a bright future when I was most desperate. hope; on the way, Mr. Du cared for the little girl in every possible way and took care of her in every possible way - I don’t know how the little girl can repay the young master for his great kindness and virtue?"
She paused and said, "What makes me feel most guilty is that up to now, I still don't know Mr. Du's name and life story..."
There was a trace of helplessness in the sad eyes of the young man in black, and he said sadly: "We are both fallen people in the world, how can we meet each other before..."
Mo Shuiling said resentfully: "Every time I ask about the young master, the young master always uses this sentence to prevaricate me. Am I really that insignificant in the young master's heart?"
The young man in black said in a deep voice: "Miss Mo, please stop talking. Human beings are not grass and trees, how can we be ruthless? Let alone a beautiful and gentle woman like the girl. If any man in the world is lucky enough to fall in love with a girl and marry a girl, it is really him It’s a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes.”
Mo Shuiling's face was flushed and she said in a trembling voice: "Master Du, are you sincere?"
The young man in black looked at Mo Shuiling's affectionate eyes, feeling bitter in his heart, and said silently: "But any man in the world can love and marry a girl, but I can't!"
Mo Shuiling was startled: "Why?"
The young man in black said: "Miss Mo, do you know my past? Do you know my origins?"
Mo Shuiling shook her head, "I don't understand, what does this have to do with us knowing and loving each other?"
The eyes of the young man in black were filled with a layer of mist. He hesitated and said with some difficulty: "Miss Mo, do you know why I have been reluctant to tell you my name and life experience? Because, I am a person who was raped. Imperial prisoners wanted by the government everywhere..."
"The imperial court's criminal?..." Mo Shuiling's clean and pure eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, and she looked at him as if she didn't believe it.
The young man in black smiled bitterly and said, "Did it scare you?"
Mo Shuiling shook her head gently, her beautiful eyes sparkling, "No, I'm just curious, how could a good person like you be a prisoner of the imperial court?"
There was a layer of deep sadness in the eyes of the young man in black; he seemed to be talking to Mo Shuiling, or to himself, "Am I a good person?..."
It turned out that this young man in black was Du Zhenghai.
So, under the flickering candlelight, Du Zhenghai told Mo Shuiling his unbearable past with a heavy heart...
After finishing speaking, he lowered his face feebly, his eyes dim as if there was a layer of dust sprinkled on the clear water, and said in a deep voice: "A person like me once kidnapped Miss Ding's house and assassinated the prince of the Prince Consort's house. , I once made my father enter the palace and threatened to go on a pilgrimage for me, I once did so many things that I shouldn't have done in the training pavilion at Feiyun Villa...
"As a heinous criminal like me, I don't know when I will be caught and executed on the street by the government; as a person like me, who has no fixed abode and wanders around, I can only take care of myself, so what qualifications do I have?" What about falling in love and starting a family?”
Mo Shuiling stared at him silently, the corners of her eyes turning slightly red, and said softly: "Master Du, don't say anything. I know you are a good person, and the reason why you have fallen like this is because of this unfair world. It’s definitely not your fault. When we go to the capital to find Mr. Lu and avenge my sister’s grievance, we will find a paradise to live in seclusion and live a happy life where we are free and free, and the gods are hard to find."
Du Zhenghai felt sad in his heart, "Miss Mo, you are too naive. How can there be any paradise in the world? It is impossible between you and me!..." After saying that, he sighed softly and turned around with some difficulty, like He ran out of her room as if running away.
Mo Shuiling stared blankly at Du Zhenghai's retreating back, tears falling down her face...
Beijing.
After noon that day, Ling Yun was pouring and drinking by himself at a table on the second floor of the Zhengyang Building.
This time is the lunch break for most people, so the upstairs is deserted. A few guests are sitting on the tables every now and then, either giving orders or chatting, which makes this originally deserted restaurant not so crowded. Too lonely.
At this time, a man came up from downstairs. He was twenty-seven or eighty years old. He was dressed in black, with a hood on his head and a long sword on his shoulder. He was tall and tall, with a cold and deep expression. From his description of his clothes, it could be seen that he was a man who was used to traveling around the world. Martial arts people.
In fact, in the capital, people have seen many people like this kind of charlatan, so they are not surprised at all, so no one cares about him. Everyone is still drinking in groups.
The young man in black walked up to Ling Yun, smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Commander Ling, it's been a long time."
When Ling Yun saw the person coming, his clear and jade-like eyes flashed, and he said with surprise and joy: "Oh? It's you?!..."
